When life hands you lemons, some make lemonade, but Migos? They finesse the lemon supplier straight outta the grove! This track is a high-octane venture through the art of the hustle. Swaggering their way from the jeweler's counter to the courtroom but dodging every pitfall with smooth-talking finesse, Migos paints a vivid picture of street wisdom. They juggle diamonds and dollars while outsmarting adversaries with the charm of seasoned con artists. Whether it's a reference to "bald head Jack" or flexing like wrestlers, every line drips with the ease and shrewdness of living on their own terms. For Migos, finesse isn't just a word—it's a lifestyle, a mantra, and quite possibly, an art form.
Finesser
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Finesser, finesser
Finesser, finesser
This is my life, (my life, my life)
This is my life
Finesser, finesser
Finesser, finesser
This is my life
This is my life (finesse, finesse, finesse)
Finessed a plug by the track
I hop on a jet, I go to Quebec
I went to the jeweller didn't know what I wanted
And I told him as long as my diamonds are wet
I am a blessing and you are a curse
I only finesse the plug with words
Place the order I ordered, the birds
She put him in car then a young nigga skuurt
10 bands in a suitcase no flexin'
Young nigga in the hood, walk around sellin' necklace
Ever since a young nigga ballin' like a Net
And I got a extra plug, no Jeremy Lin
Let the top back, let your hair blow in the wind
Finesse the plug, I don't need a Benjamin
Judge out of trial say he know I'm innocent
Smokin' on gambling, look at that incense
Finesser, finesser
Finesser, finesser
This is my life, (my life, my life)
This is my life
Finesser, finesser
Finesser, finesser
This is my life
This is my life (finesse, finesse, finesse)
I'mma finesse still, I gotta have a mill
I was raised on the hill, like Jack and the Jill
Do anything just to pay them bills
My brother caught 15 waitin' for the pill
When a nigga broke, he comin' at yo throat
Tryna set a code but it really is soaked
My lil' nigga Chi got smoked
Hungry for the money, tryna get the dough
My shit get real, nigga tried to kill
All this bullshit for a dollar bill
Hoes set you up, they don't give a fuck
Tryna get yo bucks, watch who you fuck
Plug's like a socket, gotta keep the rocket,
Tryna get a profit
Runnin' to the money like Sonic
All my cars roll robotic
No masterpiece but I'm probably gone
Finesser, finesser
Finesser, finesser
This is my life, (my life, my life)
This is my life
Finesser, finesser
Finesser, finesser
This is my life
This is my life (finesse, finesse, finesse)
Finessin and flexin' like wrestlers
Indian plug in that castle
Bald head Jack got cancer
Turned yo main bitch to a dirty dancer
I'm cookin' and wrappin' them chickens
Finessin these niggas on tickets
If I fuck with ya, I'mma give you a straight draw
If it is longer then I gotta remix it (remix)
Flipping them Patties like crab beaf
My shoes importers are Ballys
Finessin since I can remember
My wrist so cold, December
I'm selling T-bone that tender
They still ridin' around me like bender
Difference between me and you
I'm real and you a pretender (you fake)
Finesser, finesser
Finesser, finesser
This is my life, (my life, my life)
This is my life
Finesser, finesser
Finesser, finesser
This is my life
This is my life (finesse, finesse, finesse)
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